Lyrical Breakdown of Record Company Pimpin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Please listen to my demo [Repeats: x 8]
A nigga told me the record company's the pimp
The artist is the hoe The stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, god damn
(verse one) {:21}
Incredible young nigga
You can't believe I'm just one nigga
God damn I've gotten bigger
Intellect superior
Walk in a room and make the whole interior inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul
Grab a hold
Undisputed on the microphone, what you think
If you wink, I'll make you extinct
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter
Shotgun enema, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
For this man here, that can't no nigga stand near
True, inventor of the 'W'
What You want to do, I got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', god damn
Do i take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do a form
Hell no, all you motherfuckers goin' leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more, no more, no more, no more
You ain't pimpin' me (uh uh, uh uh)
I ain't pimpin' you (uh uh, uh)
I just want to be free (I just want to be free)
So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)
You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)
I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)
I just want to be free (I just want to be free)
So what we gonna do (can I holla at you, holla at you)
I'ma keep it simple, it went from "please listen to my demo"
To "get your ass out my limo"
Stretch presidential
It's essential 'cause the record company will have your ass in a rental
If you let 'em, You have to behead 'em
Contracts you never read 'em
CEO's you never met 'em
Sent to an attorney, Burnstein and Burney
Nigga that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for ya
Treat ya like they employer, I'm a warrior
Bite you in the ass like a Georgetown Hoyas
When they ignore ya cause, you got to hold your balls
Catch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stalls
And then you show 'em that you ain't a rookie
Let 'em know that you'd rather have, more points than more pussy
Pimp turned bookie
Now how the fuck I get in so much debt
God damn, we just met
He said, welcome to the rap game
Motherfucker be confused and broke before he know what's happenin'
You can be the star and fuck women
I'm a just play the back and keep pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more (no more), record company pimpin'
No more, no more, no more, no more
You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)
I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)
I just want to be free (i just want to be free)
So what we gonna do (i got to holla at you, holla at you)
You ain't pimpin' me (uh uh, uh uh)
I ain't pimpin' you (uh uh, uh uh)
I just want to be free (I just want to be free)
So what we gonna do (can I holla at you, holla at you)
[Repeat: x 4]
It went from please listen to my demo
To get your ass out my limo
[Outro]
Mama's, don't let your kids grow up to be rappers
Unless you tell them if they gonna get in this business
They better learn this business
Or they goan get fucked
Simple as that
Simple as that